24 TRANSACTIONS LIVERPOOL BIOLOGICAL SOCIETY. 
trict, all from the walls of the sponge caves on the north 
side. 
On April 11th, Mr. Thompson and I went to join 
Dr. Hanitsch for a few days in his sponge hunting. 
We thought we had experienced all possible methods of 
reaching St. Seiriol’s Isle, except, perhaps, by means of a 
balloon or a submarine tunnel, but this occasion showed 
that our resources were not yet quite exhausted. When 
we arrived at Garth Ferry we found a rough sea, with a 
strong head wind, and our man in a small ten-foot punt, 
while the large boat we had expected to meet us was 
delayed further up the straits, and could not be brought 
down for some hours. No other boat of sufficient size 
was obtainable, and the boatmen and pilots at the ferry 
declared that there was a big sea running beyond Beau- 
maris, and that it would be impossible for anyone to reach 
Puffin for some hours at least, until the tide had ebbed, and 
the sea and wind had fallen considerably. But as we had 
determined to be at the island, and make various prepara- 
tions before the low tide, our prospects looked rather blank, 
and we were just on the point of starting off overland 
through Anglesey to Penmon, in the hope of being able to 
get a boat there, and approach our destination from the 
opposite side, when we fortunately caught sight of a small 
steamer out in the channel with steam up, and in process 
of weighing anchor. To jump, all three of us, into our 
punt with our bags and collecting bottles and other impedi- 
menta, and start in pursuit of the steamer was the work 
of an instant, and apparently caused no little amusement 
to the assembled natives on the pier. We pulled furiously, 
shouting as we went, and waving our handkerchiets, but 
our hearts sank as the anchor appeared above the water, 
the screw began to revolve, and the steamer moved rapidly 
away from us. Our final yell, however, reached its des- 
